As my journal abides to overflow with words on my life, my thoughts scatter...
and still i am unsatisfied with what i have to endure constantly....
Unsatisfied with how things function....Life is one thing i still Pursue to misunderstand....
That life is one of the things you make of it...
And that it is rare to find it tedious at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem